His Beloved Treasure

She was sharpening a pencil in the office when she accidentally cut her finger.

Fresh blood immediately began to trickle from the cut, growing into a large drop. She squeezed a little harder, and the blood scattered from both sides of the drop, dripping onto the sketch paper on her desk...Qin Mu...

She had been drawing for a long time.

When Yang Qianxi entered, she saw Qin Mu holding her finger and frowning, lost in thought, her chair turned towards the door.

”Ms. Qin!”

Yang Qianxi instinctively called out, yet she stood at the door, hesitant to enter.

Because she felt the air in the office was as if frozen, making it hard to move.

Qin Mu looked up, her face somewhat pale.

”Do you have a Band-Aid?”

Qin Mu asked softly.

”Yes! I’ll go get it right away!”

Only after hearing this did Yang Qianxi understand why Qin Mu had been holding onto her finger; she turned and ran back downstairs.

Not long after, Yang Qianxi returned with a Band-Aid and helped Qin Mu clean the wound before covering it.

”Thank you!”

Qin Mu looked at the cartoon-patterned Band-Aid on her finger. Although she felt a sense of loss inside, she smiled politely and thanked her.

It seemed like ever since her cold war with Mr. Mu, she had been increasingly distracted.

She had no idea how long this cold war would last.

But in a cold war, how could she lose?

So she forced herself to cheer up again.

When she got home in the evening, he was already there with Huanhuan. Qin Mu closed the door, hung her bag on the side, and, dragging her coat behind her, she walked in: You went to pick up Huanhuan?

”Mhm!”

He said indifferently, sitting on the couch, putting a white bow in Huanhuan’s hair.

Qin Mu stepped forward, first startled at having spoken to him voluntarily, and then surprised by the hair clip he had put on Huanhuan.

He bought a hair clip for Huanhuan?

”The client’s girlfriend gave it at noon today.”

Though he didn’t look up, he seemed aware of her thoughts.

Qin Mu...

She didn’t know how he understood what she was thinking without even glancing at her, and as for that boyfriend and girlfriend, they didn’t seem to match at all. But how many married men were a good match with their girlfriends now?

She felt her thoughts were impure, painting the world too dirty, but she couldn’t lie to herself by saying that they really looked like a fitting couple.

Meanwhile, the man before her merely lifted his eyes to her Band-Aid-wrapped finger and immediately reached out to pinch it: What happened?

”I cut it by accident while sharpening a pencil.”

She said quietly, pretending to be unconcerned while watching his worried expression.

He gently let go of her hand, but his brow remained furrowed.

Was he blaming her for being careless?

Qin Mu didn’t know what he was thinking and was afraid she might be overthinking. She sat down on the couch and beckoned to her daughter.

Huanhuan immediately left her dad and ran around the coffee table into Qin Mu’s arms.

Qin Mu really wanted to ask if Feng Fanghua was upset that he went to pick up the child, but then she thought, how could she be happy?

Yet he still brought Huanhuan back!

What was he thinking?

Were the three of them happy living this way, alone?

”I’ll go cook dinner!”

He didn’t stay long, remaining as distant as ever.

Qin Mu looked down at her daughter’s small hand in hers, and only after hearing him walk away did she dare look up. Afterward, she began playing with Huanhuan.

After they finished dinner and he was clearing the table, Qin Mu picked Huanhuan up from her chair. As Huanhuan ran to the living room to play, Qin Mu joined him to clean up.

”I’ll wash the dishes; you go stay with Huanhuan!”

He had cooked the meal, and it didn’t seem right to her not to help out.

”Go prepare the bathwater for your daughter. Be careful not to get your wounded hand wet. I’ll wash her later.”

His deep eyes looked at her, showing an unspoken frustration, then he instructed her before indicating for her to leave.

Qin Mu filled the bathtub for Huanhuan, and Huanhuan couldn’t wait to jump in. The tub was filled with her toys, and as she played, she couldn’t resist using a little toy to try and make Qin Mu laugh. Qin Mu then ended their play.

When Mu Yichen finished tidying up and went upstairs, Qin Mu had already taken the initiative to start bathing Huanhuan.

Mu Yichen frowned as he walked over and lifted her from the ground: Didn’t I say not to touch water?

”It’s just a small cut!”

Qin Mu looked up, uncomfortable being hoisted by the collar of her clothes, and felt compelled to explain.

”Do you know how many people die every day from bacterial infections resulting from small wounds?”

His voice was stern as he questioned her. Qin Mu thought he was overreacting, yet she found herself unable to say what she had wanted to, stuck in her throat.